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Here the script for scene one:D

 

[opening music]

[wind]

[clop clop clop]

KING ARTHUR:

Whoa there!

[clop clop clop]

SOLDIER #1:

Halt! Who goes there?

ARTHUR:

It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!

SOLDIER #1:

Pull the other one!

ARTHUR:

I am,... and this is my trusty servant Patsy.

 

We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.

SOLDIER #1:

What? Ridden on a horse?

ARTHUR:

Yes!

SOLDIER #1:

You're using coconuts!

ARTHUR:

What?

SOLDIER #1:

You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.

ARTHUR:

So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through--

SOLDIER #1:

Where'd you get the coconuts?

ARTHUR:

We found them.

SOLDIER #1:

Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!

ARTHUR:

What do you mean?

SOLDIER #1:

Well, this is a temperate zone.

ARTHUR:

The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?

SOLDIER #1:

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

ARTHUR:

Not at all. They could be carried.

SOLDIER #1:

What? A swallow carrying a coconut?

ARTHUR:

It could grip it by the husk!

SOLDIER #1:

It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.

ARTHUR:

Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?

SOLDIER #1:

Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?

ARTHUR:

Please!

SOLDIER #1:

Am I right?

ARTHUR:

I'm not interested!

SOLDIER #2:

It could be carried by an African swallow!

SOLDIER #1:

Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.

SOLDIER #2:

Oh, yeah, I agree with that.

ARTHUR:

Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?!

SOLDIER #1:

But then of course a-- African swallows are non-migratory.

SOLDIER #2:

Oh, yeah.

SOLDIER #1:

So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway.

[clop clop clop]

SOLDIER #2:

Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together?

SOLDIER #1:

No, they'd have to have it on a line.

SOLDIER #2:

Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!

SOLDIER #1:

What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?

SOLDIER #2:

Well, why not?

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the witch scene

 

CROWD:

A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! We've found a witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! We've got a witch! A witch! A witch! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! We've found a witch! We've found a witch! A witch! A witch! A witch!

VILLAGER #1:

We have found a witch. May we burn her?

 

CROWD:

Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her!

BEDEVERE:

How do you know she is a witch?

VILLAGER #2:

She looks like one.

CROWD:

Right! Yeah! Yeah!

BEDEVERE:

Bring her forward.

WITCH:

I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.

BEDEVERE:

Uh, but you are dressed as one.

 

WITCH:

They dressed me up like this.

CROWD:

Augh, we didn't! We didn't...

WITCH:

And this isn't my nose. It's a false one.

BEDEVERE:

Well?

VILLAGER #1:

Well, we did do the nose.

BEDEVERE:

The nose?

VILLAGER #1:

And the hat, but she is a witch!

VILLAGER #2:

Yeah!

CROWD:

We burn her! Right! Yeaaah! Yeaah!

BEDEVERE:

Did you dress her up like this?

VILLAGER #1:

No!

VILLAGER #2 and 3:

No. No.

VILLAGER #2:

No.

VILLAGER #1:

No.

VILLAGERS #2 and #3:

No.

VILLAGER #1:

Yes.

VILLAGER #2:

Yes.

VILLAGER #1:

Yes. Yeah, a bit.

VILLAGER #3:

A bit.

VILLAGERS #1 and #2:

A bit.

VILLAGER #3:

A bit.

VILLAGER #1:

She has got a wart.

RANDOM:

[cough]

BEDEVERE:

What makes you think she is a witch?

VILLAGER #3:

Well, she turned me into a newt.

BEDEVERE:

A newt?

VILLAGER #3:

I got better.

VILLAGER #2:

Burn her anyway!

VILLAGER #1:

Burn!

CROWD:

Burn her! Burn! Burn her!...

BEDEVERE:

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.

VILLAGER #1:

Are there?

VILLAGER #2:

Ah?

VILLAGER #1:

What are they?

CROWD:

Tell us! Tell us!...

BEDEVERE:

Tell me. What do you do with witches?

VILLAGER #2:

Burn!

VILLAGER #1:

Burn!

CROWD:

Burn! Burn them up! Burn!...

BEDEVERE:

And what do you burn apart from witches?

VILLAGER #1:

More witches!

VILLAGER #3:

Shh!

VILLAGER #2:

Wood!

BEDEVERE:

So, why do witches burn?

[pause]

VILLAGER #3:

B--... 'cause they're made of... wood?

BEDEVERE:

Good! Heh heh.

CROWD:

Oh, yeah. Oh.

BEDEVERE:

So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood?

VILLAGER #1:

Build a bridge out of her.

BEDEVERE:

Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone?

VILLAGER #1:

Oh, yeah.

RANDOM:

Oh, yeah. True. Uhh...

BEDEVERE:

Does wood sink in water?

VILLAGER #1:

No. No.

VILLAGER #2:

No, it floats! It floats!

VILLAGER #1:

Throw her into the pond!

CROWD:

The pond! Throw her into the pond!

BEDEVERE:

What also floats in water?

VILLAGER #1:

Bread!

VILLAGER #2:

Apples!

VILLAGER #3:

Uh, very small rocks!

VILLAGER #1:

Cider!

VILLAGER #2:

Uh, gra-- gravy!

VILLAGER #1:

Cherries!

VILLAGER #2:

Mud!

VILLAGER #3:

Uh, churches! Churches!

VILLAGER #2:

Lead! Lead!

ARTHUR:

A duck!

CROWD:

Oooh.

BEDEVERE:

Exactly. So, logically...

VILLAGER #1:

If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood.

BEDEVERE:

And therefore?

VILLAGER #2:

A witch!

VILLAGER #1:

A witch!

CROWD:

A witch! A witch!...

VILLAGER #4:

Here is a duck. Use this duck.

[quack quack quack]

BEDEVERE:

Very good. We shall use my largest scales.

CROWD:

Ohh! Ohh! Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Ahh! Ahh...

BEDEVERE:

Right. Remove the supports!

[whop]

[clunk]

[creak]

 

CROWD:

A witch! A witch! A witch!

WITCH:

It's a fair cop.

VILLAGER #3:

Burn her!

CROWD:

Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn! Burn!...

BEDEVERE:

Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?

ARTHUR:

I am Arthur, King of the Britons.

BEDEVERE:

My liege!

ARTHUR:

Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table?

BEDEVERE:

My liege! I would be honored.

ARTHUR:

What is your name?

BEDEVERE:

'Bedevere', my liege.

ARTHUR:

Then I dub you 'Sir Bedevere, Knight of the Round Table'.

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HEAD KNIGHT OF NI:

Ni!

 

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

ARTHUR:

Who are you?

HEAD KNIGHT:

We are the Knights Who Say... 'Ni'!

RANDOM:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

No! Not the Knights Who Say 'Ni'!

HEAD KNIGHT:

The same!

BEDEVERE:

Who are they?

HEAD KNIGHT:

We are the keepers of the sacred words: 'Ni', 'Peng', and 'Neee-wom'!

RANDOM:

Neee-wom!

ARTHUR:

Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale.

HEAD KNIGHT:

The Knights Who Say 'Ni' demand a sacrifice.

 

ARTHUR:

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travellers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

HEAD KNIGHT:

Ni!

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!...

ARTHUR:

Ow! Ow! Ow! Agh!

HEAD KNIGHT:

We shall say 'ni' again to you if you do not appease us.

ARTHUR:

Well, what is it you want?

HEAD KNIGHT:

We want... a shrubbery!

[dramatic chord]

ARTHUR:

A what?

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

ARTHUR and PARTY:

Ow! Oh!

ARTHUR:

Please! Please! No more! We will find you a shrubbery.

HEAD KNIGHT:

You must return here with a shrubbery, or else, you will never pass through this wood... alive.

ARTHUR:

O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery.

HEAD KNIGHT:

One that looks nice.

ARTHUR:

Of course.

HEAD KNIGHT:

And not too expensive.

ARTHUR:

Yes.

HEAD KNIGHT:

Now... go!

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Old crone!

[rewr!]

[music stops]

Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy a shrubbery?

[dramatic chord]

OLD CRONE:

Who sent you?

ARTHUR:

The Knights Who Say 'Ni'.

CRONE:

Aggh! No! Never! We have no shrubberies here.

ARTHUR:

If you do not tell us where we can buy a shrubbery, my friend and I will say... we will say... 'ni'.

CRONE:

Agh! Do your worst!

ARTHUR:

Very well! If you will not assist us voluntarily,... ni!

CRONE:

No! Never! No shrubberies!

ARTHUR:

Ni!

CRONE:

[cough]

BEDEVERE:

Nu!

ARTHUR:

No, no, no, no, i--

BEDEVERE:

Nu!

ARTHUR:

No, it's not that. It's 'ni'.

BEDEVERE:

Nu!

ARTHUR:

No, no. 'Ni'. You're not doing it properly. No.

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR and BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

That's it. That's it. You've got it.

ARTHUR and BEDEVERE:

Ni!

CRONE:

Ohh!

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

Ni!

CRONE:

Agh!

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

Ni!

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

Ni!

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ROGER THE SHRUBBER:

Are you saying 'ni' to that old woman?

ARTHUR:

Erm,... yes.

ROGER:

Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'ni' at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.

ARTHUR:

Did you say 'shrubberies'?

ROGER:

Yes. Shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is 'Roger the Shrubber'. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.

BEDEVERE:

Ni!

ARTHUR:

No! No, no, no! No!

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ARTHUR:

O Knights of Ni, we have brought you your shrubbery. May we go now?

HEAD KNIGHT:

It is a good shrubbery. I like the laurels particularly,... but there is one small problem.

 

ARTHUR:

What is that?

HEAD KNIGHT:

We are now... no longer the Knights Who Say 'Ni'.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Ni! Shh!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Shh! We are now the Knights Who Say 'Ecky- ecky- ecky- ecky- pikang- zoop- boing- goodem- zoo- owli- zhiv'.

RANDOM:

Ni!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Therefore, we must give you a test.

ARTHUR:

What is this test, O Knights of-- knights who till recently said 'ni'?

HEAD KNIGHT:

Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery!

[dramatic chord]

ARTHUR:

Not another shrubbery!

RANDOM:

Ni!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

A path! A path! A path! Ni! Shh! Ni! Ni! Ni! Shh! Shh!...

HEAD KNIGHT:

Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring!

[dramatic chord]

KNIGHTS OF NI:

A herring!

ARTHUR:

We shall do no such thing!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Oh, please!

ARTHUR:

Cut down a tree with a herring? It can't be done.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh! Aaaugh!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Augh! Ohh! Don't say that word.

ARTHUR:

What word?

HEAD KNIGHT:

I cannot tell, suffice to say is one of the words the Knights of Ni cannot hear.

ARTHUR:

How can we not say the word if you don't tell us what it is?

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh!

HEAD KNIGHT:

You said it again!

ARTHUR:

What, 'is'?

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Agh! No, not 'is'.

HEAD KNIGHT:

No, not 'is'. You wouldn't get vary far in life not saying 'is'.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

No, not 'is'. Not 'is'.

BEDEVERE:

My liege, it's Sir Robin!

MINSTREL: [singing]

He is packing it in and packing it up

And sneaking away and buggering up

And chickening out and pissing off home,

Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge.

ARTHUR:

Sir Robin!

ROBIN:

My liege! It's good to see you.

HEAD KNIGHT:

Now he's said the word!

ARTHUR:

Surely you've not given up your quest for the Holy Grail?

MINSTREL: [singing]

He is sneaking away and buggering up--

ROBIN:

Shut up! No, no. No. Far from it.

HEAD KNIGHT:

He said the word again!

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh!

ROBIN:

I was looking for it.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh!

ROBIN:

Uh, here-- here in this forest.

ARTHUR:

No, it is far from this place.

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Aaaaugh! Stop saying the word! The word...

ARTHUR:

Oh, stop it!

HEAD KNIGHT:

...we cannot hear! Ow! He said it again!

ARTHUR:

Patsy!

HEAD KNIGHT:

Wait! I said it! I said it!

[clop clop clop]

Ooh! I said it again! And there again! That's three 'it's! Ohh!

KNIGHTS OF NI:

Aaaaugh!...

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Oh, somewere. And no I did not type it:D

 

one more:

 

[gurgle]

GALAHAD:

There it is!

ARTHUR:

The Bridge of Death!

ROBIN:

Oh, great.

ARTHUR:

Look! There's the old man from scene twenty-four!

BEDEVERE:

What is he doing here?

ARTHUR:

He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions--

GALAHAD:

Three questions.

ARTHUR:

Three questions. He who answers the five questions--

GALAHAD:

Three questions.

ARTHUR:

Three questions may cross in safety.

ROBIN:

What if you get a question wrong?

ARTHUR:

Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.

ROBIN:

Oh, I won't go.

GALAHAD:

Who's going to answer the questions?

ARTHUR:

Sir Robin!

ROBIN:

Yes?

ARTHUR:

Brave Sir Robin, you go.

ROBIN:

Hey! I've got a great idea. Why doesn't Launcelot go?

LAUNCELOT:

Yes. Let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east that s--

ARTHUR:

No, no. No. Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! Just answer the five questions--

GALAHAD:

Three questions.

ARTHUR:

Three questions as best you can, and we shall watch... and pray.

LAUNCELOT:

I understand, my liege.

ARTHUR:

Good luck, brave Sir Launcelot. God be with you.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Stop!

 

Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.

LAUNCELOT:

Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your name?

 

LAUNCELOT:

My name is 'Sir Launcelot of Camelot'.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your quest?

LAUNCELOT:

To seek the Holy Grail.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your favourite colour?

LAUNCELOT:

Blue.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Right. Off you go.

LAUNCELOT:

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

ROBIN:

That's easy!

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Stop! Who approacheth the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.

ROBIN:

Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your name?

ROBIN:

'Sir Robin of Camelot'.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your quest?

ROBIN:

To seek the Holy Grail.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is the capital of Assyria?

[pause]

ROBIN:

I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Stop! What... is your name?

GALAHAD:

'Sir Galahad of Camelot'.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your quest?

GALAHAD:

I seek the Grail.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your favourite colour?

GALAHAD:

Blue. No, yel-- auuuuuuuugh!

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Hee hee heh. Stop! What... is your name?

ARTHUR:

It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is your quest?

ARTHUR:

To seek the Holy Grail.

BRIDGEKEEPER:

What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?

ARTHUR:

What do you mean? An African or European swallow?

BRIDGEKEEPER:

Huh? I-- I don't know that. Auuuuuuuugh!

BEDEVERE:

How do know so much about swallows?

ARTHUR:

Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.

[suspenseful music]

[music suddenly stops]

[intermission]

[suspenseful music resumes]

 

:)there we go. I hope you like it!

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OMG those movies are so bad. If they made them today they would me censored beyond belief.
why would they censore these movies they are the best. i mean my friends sister watches them and she is 8. i mean c'mon these movies are so funny i have seen MP:HG about 20 times and still laugh at it like the Nights who say NI!!!
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